Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Chapter 250 Island of Masks

Cecilia’s pov

Belinda and I locked eyes for several long seconds before her lips curved into something that barely resembled a smile.

"If Alpha Sebastian has something to say," she drawled, turning toward him, "I’m listening."

Her gaze was sharp enough to cut glass.

Sebastian lounged in the armchair like he owned the room--which, technically, he did.

One leg crossed, long frame relaxed, yet every inch of him radiated control. His smile was cool.

"Miss Moore will speak for me," he said, voice smooth as glass.

I stepped forward without hesitation. "Gladly."

Turning to Belinda, I let a slow smile curl across my lips--sharp enough to draw blood.

"First, a heartfelt thank-you to the Moonveil Ascendancy for their... hospitality."

I let the pause stretch, just long enough to sting.

"Second, as the new steward of this island and estate, I’ll be making a few changes--starting with tonight’s sleeping arrangements."

I took a deliberate step closer, noting the subtle way Belinda’s shoulders tensed.

"The master suite on the third floor now belongs to the rightful owner," I said, smiling.

I let my gaze settle on Belinda."As for you...since you’re so fond of immersive guest experiences, we’ve prepared one just for you."

I sweetened my voice, but not my intent.

"You’ll be moved to a guest room on the second floor. And since those old windows tend to rattle at night, feel free to invite ten gentlemen for company. Safety in numbers, right?"

Belinda’s jaw locked. Her silence said everything.

I turned smoothly to the rest of the room.

"The third floor has other suites available--should anyone feel brave enough to relocate."

No one moved. Not a whisper. Not a breath.

Sebastian rose and joined me, his movements smooth.

He reached out and tapped the tip of my nose, a gesture so deliberate it felt like a claim.

"No need to show kindness to cowards," he said, voice low but unmistakably clear.

Guests stirred uneasily, uncertain if they’d just been insulted.

Then came the smile. Warm on the surface, sharp underneath.

"Good night," Sebastian said. "We’ll see you in the morning."

He turned toward the stairs, his arm sliding around my waist like it belonged there. Beside us, Sawyer elbowed Tang awake. "Show’s over. Let’s go."

Evelyn and Vance fell into step behind us.

As we climbed the stairs, I heard Sebastian casually instruct the staff to replace all bedding on the third floor.

The night passed without incident.

So quiet, in fact, that no one really slept.

By morning, several guests showed up for breakfast looking like extras from a zombie film--dark circles, haunted eyes, and the unmistakable paranoia of people wondering if they were next.

Some had half-convinced themselves that Sebastian and our group had mysteriously vanished in the night--only to find us seated at the dining table, well-fed, well-dressed, and irritatingly well-rested.

Belinda, on the other hand, made only a brief appearance. The glamour she’d weaponized at last night’s banquet had evaporated.

In daylight, her skin--still unnervingly perfect--looked more like a mask than ever.

As breakfast dragged on, people began noticing certain absences. Dick and his two female companions were nowhere to be found.

I blinked. "That’s... not how metaphors work."

"Then upgrade your metaphors," he said, pointing a fork at me. "You’re falling behind."

I sighed and shook my head. Just eat, kid. English idioms weren’t built for mid-mission banter.

Across the table, Sebastian said nothing, but the faint smirk tugging at his mouth told me he’d caught every word.

The rest of the room sat in tense silence. No one mentioned the missing guests. No one dared ask what had happened on the second floor.

But I’d heard the creak of footsteps last night. The quiet panic. The whispered doors opening.

One by one, they’d crept upstairs.

Pride had lost to fear.

By noon, the suspension bridge was finally lowered. After a quiet lunch, Belinda offered a clipped farewell.

The guests filed out, escorted by the butler, returning to their cabins to slip back into real life.

Helicopters came and went. Just like that, the performance was over.

I thought I could finally breathe.

Sebastian had played his part perfectly. Everything had gone according to plan.

And then Tang, sprawled across the carriage seat like he owned the sun, casually dropped a bomb.

"First-day Belinda and today’s Belinda? Not the same woman, Alpha.So where do you think the real one ran off to, huh?" Tang said, as if asking about the weather.

My breath caught. "Come again?"

Across from us, Sebastian opened one eye and glared at him.

"Seriously, Tang?" Sebastian muttered, rubbing his temple. "You couldn’t hold it for five more minutes?"